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"'M not stealing from their little med center. They need the blood more than I do." For his seemingly callous nature during hunts, Dean always put others first; even if that meant he'd die doing so. "Sammy," he sighed, "I'm serious about this. If I feed off you once, I'm going to keep coming back for you when I reach my breaking point." He edged closer to his brother anyway, tongue running over his teeth quickly. Dean was so close to just climbing over the other's lap and sinking into his veins, mixing pleasure with hunger.

"Don't say yes if you're not sure. Say no Sam," Dean pleaded, "don't let me treat you like a blood bank. Say no." He was already bracing himself over the chair, their faces a scant two inches away from one another.

He felt his pulse raising, and knew Dean felt it too. Seeing the hunger in his eyes and his voice sent a small shiver through his spine. Even though he knew Dean wanted he was not the one that wasn't sure about this, he had the feeling his brother was the one doubting and needed an acceptance from him, which he had. Sam thought this would end up happening one way or another, and spent nights thinking about the chance of the situation and all led him to the conclusion that he could go for it. "Do it" he murmured with their faces inches away from each other without taking his eyes from his.

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She sighed and sat down. “In my realm…Where my family is…” She whispered. “Oh….I miss them…Red…how will she cope with me being gone. I have to remind her everyday to wear her hood.”

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Okay now he was ever more confused, he sat next to her "Hey, hey I'm sure we can find the way to your home" he tried comforting her even though this seemed very weird. She had to remind red to wear a hood. Red? "..I'm sorry to ask this but Red? not as in Red Hood, and the whole wolf thing, right?" Nowadays, he had to be sure, even though it didn't sound like a good idea when he asked it out loud. He felt quite stupid.

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He disentangled himself from Sam, feeling himself blush a little. His brother sounded uncertain, maybe he didn’t felt it too. Hell, he didn’t even know why he had said it, but his brother had just fucked him stupid, couldn’t help it. He sighed, watching the sheets. He needed fresh ones if he didn’t want to sleep in a wet spot “Fuck” he said, he was thinking about sheets to avoid thinking in other things

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Dropping a hand into the mattress from where he had been holding Dean, he looked at him, took a glimpse at the small blush rising to his cheeks and his heart pounded faster. Dean was talking nonsense about the sheets surely, but Sam was still looking at him. His brother was clearly avoiding the topic or whatever, because they were still naked and in bed. "Dean" he called expecting him to raise his gaze or something, licking his lips a bit. "I love you too"

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She sighed and looked down. "This is where I lose the help.." she mumbled to herself. "I live in the Enchanted Forest."

Now he was utterly lost, was she joking or what "Uhm, sorry... Where?" Enchanted Forest.. really? Sam run a hand through his hair and thought for a bit, "Where is this Forest exactly?"

Dean looked up at Sam from under his lashes before his entire head moved up, eyes dilating. He was… he always was. Yeah, he could go weeks if he really tried, but when there was a potential offer… “Sam, you a’int offerin’ are you?” He worried his bottom lip between his teeth, eyeing his brother. Dean was a little unsure about accepting if Sam was really going to give out a generous donation. It wasn’t the fact of turning his brother, he knew that wouldn’t happen. But the siphoning is what bothered him, he knew when to stop, but he didn’t know where to bite sometimes.

The wrist was too sensitive, the thigh was just too intimate and almost always hidden, and if he did the neck right, that was down right arousing for both parties.

Gripping his hand a bit he looked at his laptop for a bit sitting down on ta chair "I— Uh" his mouth went dry as the question left Dean's lips, he wasn't exactly offering, he just wanted to know but.. he turned around on the chair he had just sat. "Are you? or not?" he knew there wasn't going back if he offered. There wasn't any doubt on his tone though "I was just asking, but do you need me to?" he swallowed hard it was quite intense Dean's gaze on him, and the idea was.. well he couldn't quite describe it.

"It was some states back when you last fed I think. I don't know if the local hospital has than much blood to steal you know. So I was asking" locking his eyes with his brother, the offer was left unsaid but it was floating between them. Dean only had to ask.

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She looked at him. "I was hoping you can help me find my way home. I am very far away and I miss it dearly."

He frowned and nodded again, how far could she be? "Okay, where is your home by the way? Do you need a lift?" she talked strange though.

"I was wondering if you could help me with a slight problem?" The dark haired girl asked. She was wearing clothes that were not from this time, almost fairytale like.

He turned around when he heard someone speak, he found a girl in strange clothes talking to him "Uhm, Yeah. Tell me" nodding slightly. Maybe she was from one those theatres with medieval themes, or whatever.

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Having lived such a long time as Merlin, rarely anything surprised him anymore, as rarely anyone would catch his attention for longer than briefly. Yet, he glanced at Sam Winchester with curiosity, as if trying to make out the truth about the man. He’s heard about him and his brother enough to wonder; things they’ve lost, things they’ve sacrficed. It was almost as if Merlin could see some part of himself in them.

"Every story has its sad parts," Merlin answered, as it was simply an universal truth. On the man’s speculations his eyes grew sadder, but he managed to maintain it quite well — one could say he had years of practice, after all. “And every story has its mysteries, secrets never unfolded. It’s good to wonder,” Merlin reassured the other, nodding slowly. Even though he looked almost younger than the other in the physical way, his eyes spoke of someone much older, and much wiser.

Merlin let the silence fell for a while; he did not bother to respond just yet, looking almost as if he never meant to. Yet, just as the tall man was about to wander off, a reply to his words came. “There’s always some truth in stories, Sam Winchester.”

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Nodding as the man spoke, quite true, he thought to himself remembering some not very happy memories, which he had a bunch to pick out from. The words of the man were making Sam wonder many things, they had an effect he wasn't expected on him. He glimpsed at the man frowning a little, it was strange, or someone really friendly. But he had learnt to mistrust practically everything and everyone.

However as he kept on talking, maybe this was just a friendly guy sharing his thoughts with him as he had just done too. That thought calmed him a little not meaning he had let his guard down by any means. When silence fell between them he sighed silently, maybe he was going to buy the book, an then the man spoke again.

"Sorry, Wh— Do I know you?" he asked now facing him frowning a little, or the question should have been, How do you know my name, but quite a surprise. He squinted his eyes a bit, he didn't seem like a threat "Do you know me?" Because sure as hell Sam didn't know him.

Dean grimaced at the coffee, pursing his lips once he swallowed it down. “This tastes like shit, Sam,” he set the cup down on the nearest table.”Now, about that pie,” the eldest slipped his shirt on, “I can go get it.” Dean took in a breath, “I’m all covered in that lotion crap so I don’t think the Sun is gonna be a problem.” To be honest, that back rub felt good. “So…. do you need me to get a newspaper or steal a book from the library? Do you want a census on the town, what?”

He let a small laugh leave his lips "It tastes just fine" grabbing the cup and swallowing what was left of the coffee, throwing the cup on the trash bin. Nodding while looking for his laptop on his bag and placing it on the table too " Yeah, a newspaper its fine, and any other thing you find interesting, maybe a salad. I am hungry now that you mention it" Smiling a bit and glancing at him. Pausing for a moment he thought about when was the last time Dean fed. "Uh, are you hungry?" asking him and not in the food sense.

"Calm my ass," he muttered, opening the lid to pour some sunscreen out. "I have no idea what we’re gonna do, so just pick something. I don’t care if little miss Smith lost her kitty in a tree, I just want a case." Dean sighed as he rubbed the protecting agent into his skin, making sure it was all over his neck and face, stomach, arms, and hands. "Hey, Sam, do you think you can rub this over my back? I can’t reach." Dean looked back, "And let me try some of your coffee. I want to see if I can keep it down so I can have some pie later." He shook the little bottle out to his brother, lips pursed, 'Sammy', he mouthed, 'please'.

"Yeah, they have strawberry pie on the small market two blocks away, no apple one though." He nodded grabbing the bottle and handing the coffee to his brother, he poured the sunscreen on his other hand when free. He looked at Dean's back before applying it, some freckles covered his back and shoulders too. He liked Dean's freckles although he wasn't saying it out loud. His skin felt soft under his touch passing his fingertips spreading out what was left to his lower back. Just to pour some more to complete the empty spaces. "Done" giving him just a couple of pats on the shoulder. "I can go grab the pie and see what case we can find here?" He offered raising an eyebrow leaving the bottle on the table.